He has failed me
Has deceived me
Has insulted me
annoyed the soul out of me
I cant just sit
And sulk over it
Need to kill the culprit
Right here , be it
I could see him smirking
That denounced soul lurking
But he disguised me as friend
couldnt fathom him as a fiend
Clipped are my friends
Buried in memories they were
Under his spells
I am now the mountain
As tall as anything
But dwarfed I am
Because of my deeds
rather due to his filthy seeds
Gone he will be now
Forever, Never to return
Even if he reincarnates,
I will take appropriate turn
So here I am returning to loved ones
clean and holy ,like pious nuns
Monday, January 21, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
untitled ...
Sometimes I feel lost for words
thoughts rampage the mind like swords
There I write feeble scribbles
Some lousy thought mournfully trickles
What happens to serene words then
Where they vanish , Why in vain
Suddenly I encounter them in lost forest
Beautifully straight set on high crest
My gladness oozes out
But they dont identify me
I wonder the hypnotic effect
Is it a mirage ?
But then I come to reality
Its somebody else's peak
They're colors of his winning streak
Aah , I know that guy
But he looks like me only
He turns and tells me
O my friend , dear me ,
Dont be astonished , its your world only
Every moment of this , is woven by you
Just you forget to put animations
And here I do the same for you
It aint any artificial glory , its within you
Just search for pen of your soul
And then you write
See , You'll stand beside me here on top
Your miniscule scribbles also will get a life
And it will surely transpire wonders
People awarding you without a strife ...
thoughts rampage the mind like swords
There I write feeble scribbles
Some lousy thought mournfully trickles
What happens to serene words then
Where they vanish , Why in vain
Suddenly I encounter them in lost forest
Beautifully straight set on high crest
My gladness oozes out
But they dont identify me
I wonder the hypnotic effect
Is it a mirage ?
But then I come to reality
Its somebody else's peak
They're colors of his winning streak
Aah , I know that guy
But he looks like me only
He turns and tells me
O my friend , dear me ,
Dont be astonished , its your world only
Every moment of this , is woven by you
Just you forget to put animations
And here I do the same for you
It aint any artificial glory , its within you
Just search for pen of your soul
And then you write
See , You'll stand beside me here on top
Your miniscule scribbles also will get a life
And it will surely transpire wonders
People awarding you without a strife ...
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